That it was he. How strange we knew him not!
“But stranger far that we did not believe
That he would rise again! Could he deceive?
O no, he is the faithful and the true,
And what he says he evermore will do.”
Were these their thoughts? And such too will be mine.
When I in glory see my Saviour shine.
For though I know he ever lives to save,
I sometimes doubt his word, and fear the grave.